God-level Demon Hunter

The Farkas brothers surrounded the Dragonborn, touching their big black-haired hands here and there,

"Stop, what are you doing? I'm not a woman!"

"Look at the difference in the body structure of the legendary Dragonborn? Does it feel the same?" Farkas asked braggingly, "But this time even the dragon is killed, what shall we kill next time?"

"A more powerful dragon!" Wilkes replied, "Anyway, there are dragonborn in the lead!"

On the other side, Awell suddenly knelt down in front of the keel, his cheek muscles twitched, tears welled up in his eyes, and he shouted like venting!

"Meiwen, did you see, Dad did it, we killed the dragon! This is the roar of the dragon, the power that Olaf used to slay the dragon! The legend is true, burning Olaf's festival is a piece of shit! Woohoo!"

"Talos, Kenaris, and Akai bless you! The Dragonborn has been hiding in our team, and I fought side by side with the Dragonborn!" Another soldier said excitedly, "It is destiny that Xueman will defeat the dragon! "

"Come and kill one!"

Everyone blushed with excitement.

"From now on, we will be dragon slaying warriors!"

"It's not just the dragonborn! It's also thanks to the golden eyes!" Awell wiped away the tears on his face, and looked at the demon hunter standing in the dragon skeleton with admiration. The latter shook his hand and stopped collecting, "He Only by knocking down the dragon from the sky and injuring it severely can we finally slay the dragon!"

Roy swallowed back the fishy sweetness in his throat, and explained in a bit of non-standard imperial language, "It's all... everyone's... credit!"

Without the sacrifice of these warriors, without them consumes the dragon.

I can't kill this terrifying giant beast with these three axes, but I might be killed by it's dying counterattack!

"Well said! Don't just focus on the Dragonborn and Golden Eye. This victory is due to all the participants, especially the sacrificed fighters——Ke Lulin, Gillis, Roberto, rest in peace!" Yi Ruilai Si turned around and looked around at the bloody or charred corpses on the ground, and said sadly, "The great achievements of slaying the dragon will allow your souls to enter Songgard, no, it will enter the Hall of Valor!"

In a dragon battle, 43 people participated in the battle, and in the end there were only [-] people left, and many of them suffered minor or serious injuries.

The death rate is more than half, and the loss must be heavy!

And the opponent is just the weakest dragon!

"I will show my merits for everyone when I go back, and every participant will be rewarded by the lord!" Iriles looked at the hideous keel, "But now, take the corpses of the comrades-in-arms and bury them first, they deserve a A decent funeral, and then transport the keel back to Xueman as a proof of honor!"

The captain gave an order, and the surviving soldiers began to clean the battlefield sadly and excitedly!

And Roy couldn't help admiring this, the Nords were indeed born war mad.

He also seized the time to store as many keel bones and dragon scales as possible. The materials that could be chopped even with blood must be the highest quality materials!

The same is true for Farenja. When he touched it with his slender hand, a keel disappeared. He stared at Roy with a complicated expression and asked in a low voice,

"Golden Eye... Are you a follower of Dagon or Varmina?"

Roy heard Awell's translation, and it was obvious that the other party had seen the shocking vision, so he shrugged pretending not to understand.

The latter could only sigh helplessly,

"In short, I have seen your performance. You have contributed a lot to killing the dragon. Without you, I don't know how many people would have to be sacrificed. I might not survive!"

"I promise, I can do you a favor for free when I go back!"

……

When the group returned to Snowrun City, dusk fell.

Darkness enveloped the entire city.

Most of the townspeople fell asleep.

The soldiers entered the hall of the dead with their companions' appalling corpses. Some of them went to inform the relatives of the deceased, and some returned to the sentry tower to deliver the keel. No lord would foolishly leave the forging treasure in the wild and ignore it.

And Iriles led Farenja, members of the comrades-in-arms group, and Roy into Dragon's Landing Fort!

"You guys really didn't disappoint me!"

"You have killed a giant dragon and reproduced the feat of the ancestor Olaf! You have created a miracle!" Balgruf paced anxiously with his giant ax on his back, his tone trembling slightly with excitement, his expression, wishing he could participate in it himself, "You guys I have saved the entire Xueman, and I want to reward you heavily!"

"Golden Eye, Aville, and Fryn, since you came to Snowman, you have worked tirelessly for the dragon disaster. Now, I, the Lord of Snowman City, Balgruuf, hereby bestow upon you three titles of military guards." , from now on, you can recruit loyal bodyguards in Xueman, and you can come to me if you don’t meet your wishes, and I will allocate them for you, but you have to pay for them yourself.”

"There are exactly three vacant houses in Hefeng District, and now they belong to you! In the house, I have prepared a thousand gold coins for each of you!"

The three looked at each other, Roy's expression was still calm, the house didn't seem to be of much use to him, while Awell and Frien's breathing became heavier and their expressions were beaming with joy.

The luxurious big bed room in the center of Xuemanling, the title of Wuwei, which sounds very powerful at first glance.

These are things that ordinary people like them didn't even dare to think about before, and now they have all of them in their pockets!

But none of these rewards can compare to the title of a dragon slayer!

The Nords respect the warrior.

With this talisman, the sky is so big that they can't go anywhere!

Balgruuf was also very satisfied when he saw the faces of these people. Although he was bleeding heavily this time, if he could tie the three outstanding warriors to his chariot and keep them in Snowman City,

It will come in handy in the future!

What's more, the three of them and myself are all staunch neutrals, and will not fight among themselves like the Zhan Kuang or the Gray Mane family all day long!

"Wilkas, Farkas, Torva, thank you for your help from the comrade-in-arms group, and I will send someone to the mead hall for the reward."

The sturdy man bowed, and smiled at the three people around him, "Don't forget to drink in the mead hall tomorrow!"

"By the way, exchange dragon-slaying techniques!"

The members of the comrades-in-arms group left Longlin Castle after speaking, as if they didn't want to stay any longer.

"Iriles, the pensions of the brothers who sacrificed must be handed over to their families!"

"Lord Lord, be kind!"

"That's what they deserve. They gave their lives for Xueman, and Xueman will not treat them badly!" Balgruuf said seriously, "They are true warriors, and their souls will return to the Hall of Valor."

As Balgruuf said, he stood still with his head bowed, and everyone joined him in a 2-minute silence for the dead.

"Okay, I still have a question. I heard that there is a dragonborn in the team."

"My lord," Farenga glanced at Fryn, "he absorbed the dragon soul at the last moment and demonstrated the power of the dragon's roar!"

"Well, young boy... the first time I saw you, I knew you were not simple." Balgruuf turned to Fryen with a hint of admiration, "Then when you killed the dragon, did you listen? To some kind of calling?"

"Summoning?" The Dragonborn rubbed the back of his head to recall, when he returned to Xueman just now, just like the previous two times, he heard a thunderous roar again, seemingly saying-"Du Wa Ke Yin?"

"Yes, Duvacin!"

"It seems right." Balgruuf sat back on the throne again, "Graybeard is summoning the dragonborn."

Roy's heart moved, and his intuition made him prick up his ears to listen, and he asked Awell to translate at any time without letting go of any word.

"Who's Greybeard?" asked Fryn.

"I once told you that there is a group of hermits in the world who are proficient in the way of dragon roar and pass on their power in a very small area. And this group of hermits are the gray beards!" Balgruuf explained patiently, "They live in At the highest point of the throat of the isolated world, Gaohou Peak, I will give you a map later."

"Why did they summon me?"

"Didn't you understand?" Balgruuf said seriously, "Dragonborn has a special talent, can inject energy into Tumu, and release the powerful dragon roar, so you can master the dragon roar a hundred times faster than ordinary people. "

"The reason they asked you to go is to teach you how to use your talents." He emphasized, "Now the dragons have returned and attacked the people in my territory for no reason, and the dragon descendants who quickly master the dragon roar will completely end this war. The hope of the dragonbane."

"Greybeard has a mission from time immemorial, and you, Fryn, as far as I know, the only dragonborn in hundreds of years since Tiber Septim, have your mission too!"

After hearing this, Fryn was both surprised and terrified, "Master Balgruf, aren't you exaggerating in your description, as if I were a savior!"

He glanced at Roy in shame,

"But my fighting power is less than one tenth of that of Jinyan!"

"Don't belittle yourself, you are still young and haven't fully discovered your talent," Balgruuf comforted, "After you have rested, I suggest you go to Gaohou Peak immediately, no one can refuse Gray Beard's offer It is a rare honor to be called."

A flash of memory flashed in his eyes, "But you have to be mentally prepared, you have to climb seven thousand steps, I visited when I was young, I was exhausted, and after a few years of wasting, I died return."

"Then..." Fryn hesitated for a while, then turned his head to look at Roy and Avel, "Can I take a few people with me for training?"

Roy couldn't help but look at Frien moved when he heard the words, this silly boy is so interesting!

It's not in vain that I let you lose one-third of the dragon soul!

Unfortunately, I can only appreciate your kindness!

"Love and righteousness, I read you right!" Balgruuf smiled kindly, with appreciation in his eyes, "As a dragonborn, you are naturally qualified to bring one or two people to listen. But you have to know it in your heart, ordinary people Going to Gaohou Peak is not necessarily a good thing. I’m done with this.”

"You must be tired from fighting the dragon today..." Balgruf winked at the steward beside him, who immediately took out three keys from his bosom and handed them to each of them, "Open the door and I saw the deed and the bounty. The basic furniture is all available. If you need anything in the future, just let me know."

"Three military guards, go back and enjoy the big soft bed." Proventus smiled, with a hint of approval in his eyes, "By the way, the three houses are next to each other, and you are neighbors!"

Both Awell and Frien looked at Roy,

He nodded.

Focus on the loot package, a dragon battle, harvesting countless treasures - dragon bones, dragon scales, dragon tendons, dragon souls, and most importantly, dragon blood essence that filled half the space.

Mage blood essence (coral), high-level vampire blood essence (Grufid), and other supplementary materials have already been processed, and they lie quietly waiting for activation.

The formula of the hardening elixir given to him by the mirror master clearly appeared in his mind, and the steps passed before his eyes one by one.

It's time to start refining the elixir and improve the ancient blood!

"Coral, Leto, Ciri, Geralt, Triss... just wait, everyone,"

"I'm coming back soon!"

Chapter 24 Elixirs and Evolution

A simple but tidy room.

The house is smaller than Roy imagined, but although the sparrow is small, it has all the internal organs. There is a bonfire in the center of the hall on the ground floor, and an old large iron pot hangs above the fire. Next to it is the utility room. The two shelves are empty and need new The owner fills it up with a big purchase.

"Ccrunch."

Roy stepped on the old fir stairs that extended diagonally upwards from the gate to the second floor. Looking around, there were two bedrooms on both sides of the narrow corridor, and the layout was surprisingly consistent—a bedroom covered with straw mats and fur blankets. A wooden bed with square lockers at the foot of the bed and a brand new sheep horn candlestick at the head of the bed.

In addition, there is only moonlight shining into the bedroom through the wooden window, and the room is decorated with quiet and peaceful moonlight.

Tonight, the two bright moons in the sky are particularly moving.

"From now on, this is my foothold in Skyrim Province." Roy lay back on the bed, the corners of his mouth curled up, thinking of Frien's expression of excitement when he saw the new house, like A virgin on a first date with his girlfriend.

As for Awell, he was relieved and a little confused. His daughter's last wish had been fulfilled, and he seemed a little aimless for a while.

Now, after a hard fight during the day, the exhausted two have probably fallen asleep!

And Roy stroked his aching chest and abdomen, and wiped away the blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

HP: 100/320 (Visceral Damage, Dragon’s Breath Burning, Dragon’s Blood Transformation)

The injury was quite serious, and an ordinary person would have been unconscious for a long time, but "activation" barely suppressed his injury and prevented it from deteriorating.

But the symptoms are not the root cause.

He sat cross-legged and meditated for two hours.

Until the spirit is full and the magic power is full.

Swah——

On the small birch table in front of the window, three long-necked narrow-mouth bottles suddenly appeared, filled with liquid.

Different shades of color, dark red, bright red, light red.

They are the blood essence of Mirmenier, Grufid, and Coral.

Under the pale moonlight, the three bottles kept shining brightly, and abundant magic bubbles surged in them, as if they were breathing.

It is worth mentioning that the blood of the dragon is different from the latter two.

The magic in it consists of soul and light.

On the other hand, the magic power in the blood of high-level vampires and sorceresses is the chaotic energy from another world!

This is slightly different from the formula that the mirror master gave him to sharpen the elixir. After all, the mirror master at that time was based on the dragon in the world of demon hunters.

But he has no choice!

Roy stood still in front of the wooden table, propped his hands on the table, dark gold and silver gray pupils shot a firm light, took a deep breath,

Whoa!

Ten fingers waving in the air like electricity.

He poured three bottles of blood into the fist-sized transparent special glass in one go. The technique was steady and sophisticated, without spilling any water!

The mixed liquid instantly precipitated into three distinct layers, from top to bottom were the blood of Coral, Grufid, and Mirmenier, and the silver dividing line between the layers was extremely clear.